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 Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 11:05 am
 Life had been, difficult and dull over the last few months. Mother had been ignoring her more and more, training was the same thing every day Varia pushing them to their limits and then pushing them more, the Queen's litter was growing fast and while Azalea hated to admit it even the princess was growing strong. At one time she had been determined to become the packs princess at any costs, but now she realized those ideas were mostly planted into her head by her mother. Now she was accepting of her place as just another warrior, though perhaps one day she could move up the ranks a bit, but Azalea was not and did not want to be princess.
What she really wanted, especially today, was to escape that world and search out something different. And so that is what she had done, sneaking out before anyone could stop her. Azalea had grown a bit rebellious now that she was older, mostly rebelling against her mother but that in turn sometimes made her rebel against the pack. Loping through the forest Azalea's eyes settled upon a small length of tattered cloth that was wrapped around her foreleg. She remembered that day well, the day she had met Rorret and stolen this small token from him. Of course he had retained most of his cloth, but Azalea knew that taking this small piece of it had gotten under his skin.
Slowing her pace Azalea walked quietly through the forest not really sure how far she had gotten or where exactly she was. She would be able to find her way home, there was no doubt in her mind, but right now she didn't care where she was. Lost in her thoughts Azalea walked amongst the trees, barely paying attention to her surroundings which was not at all what she was trained to do.
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 12:54 am
((photobucket is being mean to me >.<))
Rorret had not risked wandering away from his own pack for some time now. A plan was brewing, slowly, in his thoughts, bubbling up in the recesses of his mind, and he didn't want to risk everything by being caught on one of his jaunts. Besides, he needed the time to ingratiate himself with certain members, in order to see his plan through to fruition.
Still, a part of his mind was still hung up on a certain green-pelted she-wolf, and though he wished himself oblivious to the hold she'd taken on his thoughts....well, there she always was, lurking in his mind. The owner of a scrap of himself, as though her posession of his ribbon entitled her to ownership of a portion of his soul as well.
So, one pleasant-weathered day, the wolf had slipped free of the territory of the Brotherhood and crept through the trees. The sun shone overhead, and it made him uneasy -- he was already well-adjusted to the nocturnal lifestyle of his brethren -- but one must meet one's companions upon neutral ground.
He paused in his journey, nose to the air, and took a long whiff, searching for that undeniable stench of female that hung over Antianeira and, by extension, his target.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 9:01 pm
Azalea paused in her journey to glance up at sun. She was missing training right now, and there would certainly be hell to pay when she got back, yet Azalea didn't care. Mother did not care for her anymore, she why do everything in her power to impress her. Her heart still belonged to the pack, always would, but there was no real drive to better herself at this point. Unless an opportunity came up to move up within the ranks upon her own decision and through her own power then she would remain as a warrior and nothing more.
The very ordinary life of an ordinary warrior, that is what she had. That and this little symbol of her small and insignificant victory over Rorret not too long ago. Eyes lowers to look upon the scrap of cloth tied around her front leg. It was quite tattered but she cherished it, and greatly for some reason. Perhaps now she understood why Rorret had been attached to it when she first met him. Though that begged the question, why was it so important to him. To her it was the sign of a victory over a male.
Azalea's head shot up, she could have sworn she had just heard something. Turning she padded back along the path away that she had been traveling. The scent of male was in the air, and it was one that she recognized. Azalea made a wide circle around the area, intent to cut him off just up ahead.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 9:10 pm
His nose caught the unique scent of a particular female amongst the general estrogen-laden stench of the air, and a smile crept upon his maw. Ahh, just what he was hoping for. Come out to meet him partway, perhaps? Rorret had no doubt that she had come to find him. He had grown better at being submissive when the time required it, but he was no less arrogant than he had ever been...and probably would never lose that element of himself.
He caught himself short, giving a luxuriant stretch; he could feel the burn of eyes upon him, and he felt himself wanting to give her a bit of a show, somehow. Odd that he would desire to do such thing -- Rorret had no interest in females and the stupid games that wolves in love would play -- but the desire seized him all the same.
He really was quite handsome. A bit thin, perhaps, lanky and long-legged, but his muscles were hard and his body well-formed, and the intelligence that shone in his bi-toned eyes was unmistakable. So, fully stretched, he seated himself in the open and calmly waited for his new friend to approach him.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 9:30 pm
Eyes peered through the forest as she watched Rorret from her hiding spot. He looked far too relaxed considering how close they were to the Antianeira border, but perhaps he did not understand the ramifications of coming close to the pack. No, how could he, the Sisters kept to themselves and the knowledge of their pack and what it stood for was not very widespread. Still he had some guts to walk near the territory of another pack. He stretched and she shook her head. Fool. And yet, perhaps he wasn't as much of a fool as she thought he was. Only time would tell.
Slowly she stepped out of the trees and padded to within several feet of him. Azalea eyed him critically for a few moments. She made sure to stand at an angle to him, so the leg which held the scrap of his ribbon on it was in plain view. "You don't belong here." And wasn't that the truth, males really didn't belong in the pack, even as slaves, but the Queen tolerated them and so much she.
Finally she lowered herself onto her haunches. "Why have you come?" Her tone wasn't exactly welcoming but nor was it completely unpleasant either, there was a hint of curiosity to it.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:20 pm
His eyes flicked to the scrap of fabric about her paw. His expression was blank, but it amused him somewhat to see that she'd held onto it all this time. "Quite right," he said, lifting his eyes to meet hers, unafraid and glinting with amusement, a smile that didn't quite make it to his maw. "And yet, here I am."
Belong. Be. Long. The duality of the wolf condition, summed up so simply: simply be what you are. And always long for more.
"I see you have not forgotten me," he said, nodding toward her paw. "I'm surprised you would grant so much thought to a worthless male."
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 6:59 pm
Azalea caught that glinting in his eyes, that eternal look of amusement that she had seen on their first meeting. How could one get through life taking everything as a joke? Perhaps he wasn't taking it as a joke but was just one of those easily amused wolves. Well, she remembered a single moment when that glint had left his eyes, the moment she had stolen something from him, that something being the scrap of cloth wrapped around her front leg. "A foolish move indeed." What fool would walk so freely and willingly into this place. Well perhaps a fool that didn't know what he was walking into and therefore that makes him an even bigger fool.
Her eyes flicked down to the cloth about her paw as he mentioned it and then returned them to him. "It is not to remember you by." She didn't keep it to necessarily remember him, but that small defeat of him. "I took something that is precious to you, and as such am showing it to the world." Azalea wondered if he would deny the ribbon was precious to him, for she knew otherwise, she remembered well that flicker in his eyes when she had ripped this piece from the length of cloth he still wore today. "Why have you come to this place?" She asked the question again since he had failed to answer it the first time.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 8:08 pm
"If that's what you believe," he said, and shrugged. His eyes trailed from the fabric up her foreleg, lingered over her appraisingly. She was quite lovely, so far as these things went -- darker, now that she was grown, he thought.
What was he doing here, honestly?
"Why...I came to see you, in point of fact," he said. "Does that surprise you?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 8:25 pm
There was the slightest hint of confusion in her eyes when he spoke, and then it faded away. He had come to see her? This she didn't fully understand. The only reason she could think for him seeking her out was to reclaim what she had stolen from him during their first meeting. Yet, he had made no move to take back the scrap of ribbon and other than a brief glance at it really hadn't given it much attention. Also why was he looking at her like that?
Azalea gave her head a bit of a shake to clear her thoughts. "It does actually." For she was indeed surprised by this. Confused or not, she did consider him quite brave for walking so close to the Sisters territory, brave and stupid. This point made her almost, almost respect him. But a sister of Antianeira never respected males, save the Queen, and yet she couldn't help but have that thought of respect bounce about her mind as she looked upon Rorret now. Of course she would never admit that.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 10:48 pm
"There is a bit of unfinished business between us." His eyes dropped back to the fabric she held. It had bothered him, at first, the loss. But now it amused him to see her cling to it, to see some part of him used as a trophy. He was oddly proud of it -- a strange thing, to be proud of a lost fight...but he was all the same. "We were...sidetracked, upon our last meeting, and I wanted a chance to get to know you better," he said. "The little I've learned of your ways and your pack are...quite fascinating."
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 1:20 pm
Brow raised a bit but she otherwise showed no interest in this unfinished business. Azalea knew it wasn't about the cloth anymore, though perhaps at one point he may have considered taking it back. Though it begged the question, why did he want to get to know her better. Granted she had thought of him on a number of occasions and wondered what he was up to and what he was like. Their first meeting hadn't been perfect, but her curiosity had certainly not been sated. "I could say the same about your pack." In true Azalea knew nothing about the pack he came from, but she had made a few guesses about it. There was no scent of female on him, nor had there been any female scents in the area of their first meeting, so it was safe to assume his pack was very much the opposite of hers, male dominated.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 11:15 pm
"Unless, of course, you wanted to continue fighting," he said, and grinned.
He was in terrible danger, here, doing this, and he knew it. If he were found out, far from his homeland, in the daylight, conversing with a female...well, he would be punished. Killed, probably, or driven out, pursued in the night like any other prey.
So why did he risk it? For romance? Love? A piece of tail?
No, not really.
Rorret was here because he craved danger, challenge. And, bored as he was with his night-to-night doldrums, he needed to do something to shake things up...even if it meant putting himself in peril.
"Come, then, let us walk awhile and talk. I haven't had much in way of intelligent conversation." Sation. Converse. Verse. Feeding the hunger for words with others.
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 5:15 pm
"If you are willing to be defeated by a female again then I would be more than willing to continue the fight." Really she had won the fight once, beating him again wouldn't feel the same, not would it bring her any honor. Could it hurt to be civil for once? Well she was trying to forge a new path for herself, something, anything that her mother didn't want her to do.
At his invitation to go for a walk and talk she gave a shrug and began to walk towards him. "I suppose when you live surrounded by males intelligence is generally lacking." She couldn't help but let that comment slip out, but she also wasn't going to apologize for it, he like all other males were below her. Something that had been ingrained in her since birth, yet oddly enough they couldn't survive without males, the pack needed them for at least one thing. So while inferior and seemingly worthless they did have a small purpose to their existence. "So what do you wish to talk about?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 6:54 pm
He laughed then. "Ah, my friend," he said, with a grin. "Were that it was so easy. Sadly, I think there are idiots everywhere, regardless of gender."
He paused, considering this. "Surrounded by males. You know, then, by my scent I suppose? You are very astute. I hope your pack recognizes you, for that."
He walked then, for a few steps, looking interestedly at the territory. His own home was not so far from here, but quite different. Darker. The forest was thicker, and the swamp butted up on the edge -- wet, and it smelled of rotting things. Sometimes bones floated up to the surface. He liked it there, in the dark, but he could see the appeal of this territory as well.
"But you -- you smell of males, also. That must be unpleasant for you, to cohabitate in such a way." He remembered her constant aversion to males, and he wondered if perhaps he could flatter her into divulging more information about her pack. Pride talks, after all.
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 7:08 pm
"Let's get one thing straight, I am not your friend." Azalea was quick to correct him. She may not be trying to rip his throat out at the moment but that didn't make them friends. Friends didn't really exist to her, her world was filled with the Sisters, a few slaves, daily routines and well for not Rorret. "Of course I know that by your scent, you reek of males. I don't detect any female scent on you." Though she huffed a bit as he continued to speak. "Being able to smell males or lack there of is not a special skill, nearly anyone can do that."
Glancing over her shoulder Azalea made sure none of the Sister had picked up his scent. This close to the border it was possible that a patrol would be alerted by the scent of an unknown male and move in for the kill. When she didn't see any her eyes returned to Rorret. "They know their place, keep away from us, but there is no way to avoid gaining their scent." If he thought he could just idly say things that would make her spill secrets about her pack he was sorely mistaken, he would need to work much harder than that. But she too would try to some info out of him in a similar way.
"And you, you live without any females at all. Is that not odd? How can a pack survive without them?" That was in fact the main reason her pack kept males, breeding stock, as well as slaves, for the bloodlines had to continue somehow.
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